Dead like me and a hot bank clerk
11:58 am
Original Date posted: Tue, 23 September 2003 08:44:51
Post: Here is a journal entry written for the sole purpose of an internet user who goes under the alias of "sksic". He was bored and wanted to read something new on here. Thus, instead of going to bed, I am going to stay awake for another precious thirty minutes to indulge his whim, or whatever.
Thus today began. Woke up at 10am to the alarmic sounds of my PC whirring the not so pleasurable tone of Nirvana and Green Day. I sprang out of bed and headed to my computer where I checked all the local internet outlets for new goods, news and emails. Nothing really new or entertaining to report. As usual. I once again gave into my caffeine addiction, a nice strong coffee to wake me up.
At 12:00 sharp I left the house, going into the centre to pay a visit to the bank. I needed to cash a cheque, transfer some funds and find out about student insurance for dormitories. I also planned to buy stationary and get lunch. The first thing to note about my encounter at the bank is the gorgeous (pulchritudinous) young and brunette assistant who would be helping me with my finances. She looked a little like Jena Malone, with dark brown eyes. I cashed the cheque, asked about insurance and asked to transfer funds - Here I was told I had an additional £200 in my ISA which was a very pleasant surprise. Leaving the comfort of the warm bank and the company of the beautiful bank clerk, I made my way out into the cold september weather. To the stationary shop I went; I picked up a folder and a pad of paper, looked at the pens, duly noted their price, put everything down and left. Cheap biros for £2, I think not. Greggs was the chosen store for the purchasing of my nourriture. Tuna salad baguette and a mini sausage roll, two of my favourite things - however this time the tuna had a distaste making my jaw muscles convulse in repulsion and the sausage roll left my mouth dry and greasy. I walked home in my new suede shoes that made my feet terribly cold.
On passing the closest convenience store to my house, I was accosted by three arrogant teens from the nearby high school, wanting me to buy them cigarettes. I told them no and they insisted that I should change my mind. I told them no again, then asked what I would get out of it. "I'll give you one". I walked away.
Spent the rest of the afternoon watching "Dead Like Me" episodes. I am now upto episode six. I am sincerely loving this series. A suitable substitute now that Buffy has finished I think. I look forward to future episodes, seasons and happy times.
Currently making my desk lamp dim in and out through the power of my mind alone.
Goodnight.
Post: Here is a journal entry written for the sole purpose of an internet user who goes under the alias of "sksic". He was bored and wanted to read something new on here. Thus, instead of going to bed, I am going to stay awake for another precious thirty minutes to indulge his whim, or whatever.
Thus today began. Woke up at 10am to the alarmic sounds of my PC whirring the not so pleasurable tone of Nirvana and Green Day. I sprang out of bed and headed to my computer where I checked all the local internet outlets for new goods, news and emails. Nothing really new or entertaining to report. As usual. I once again gave into my caffeine addiction, a nice strong coffee to wake me up.
At 12:00 sharp I left the house, going into the centre to pay a visit to the bank. I needed to cash a cheque, transfer some funds and find out about student insurance for dormitories. I also planned to buy stationary and get lunch. The first thing to note about my encounter at the bank is the gorgeous (pulchritudinous) young and brunette assistant who would be helping me with my finances. She looked a little like Jena Malone, with dark brown eyes. I cashed the cheque, asked about insurance and asked to transfer funds - Here I was told I had an additional £200 in my ISA which was a very pleasant surprise. Leaving the comfort of the warm bank and the company of the beautiful bank clerk, I made my way out into the cold september weather. To the stationary shop I went; I picked up a folder and a pad of paper, looked at the pens, duly noted their price, put everything down and left. Cheap biros for £2, I think not. Greggs was the chosen store for the purchasing of my nourriture. Tuna salad baguette and a mini sausage roll, two of my favourite things - however this time the tuna had a distaste making my jaw muscles convulse in repulsion and the sausage roll left my mouth dry and greasy. I walked home in my new suede shoes that made my feet terribly cold.
On passing the closest convenience store to my house, I was accosted by three arrogant teens from the nearby high school, wanting me to buy them cigarettes. I told them no and they insisted that I should change my mind. I told them no again, then asked what I would get out of it. "I'll give you one". I walked away.
Spent the rest of the afternoon watching "Dead Like Me" episodes. I am now upto episode six. I am sincerely loving this series. A suitable substitute now that Buffy has finished I think. I look forward to future episodes, seasons and happy times.
Currently making my desk lamp dim in and out through the power of my mind alone.
Goodnight.
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